mongoose01
Don Juan
I don't have a squat rack yet, that's all. I'll probably just purchase one in a week or two.
"She's Out of Your League"
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
squats
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"Stop Asking Your Friends What to Text Her"
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
TyTe`EyEs
Master Don Juan
I like Latinas.
DJBen
Master Don Juan
I like those cute little asians that make out to be REALLY innocent and then have some serious **** gear back at their place. That and chippolata's.
TheSplat
Master Don Juan
I like the new value menu at Taco Bell.
"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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Senior Don Juan
If you were stranded in a desert island, what would you bring?
DJBen
Master Don Juan
I can tell you what that guy WOULDNT bring.
A squat rack
A squat rack
TyTe`EyEs
Master Don Juan
I'd bring three things:
1. Bag full of shrimp
2. Latina
3. GPS cell phone (to be used after I get tired of pu$$y and shrimp)
Beat that.
1. Bag full of shrimp
2. Latina
3. GPS cell phone (to be used after I get tired of pu$$y and shrimp)
Beat that.
"I just moved here from Florida."
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
DJBen
Master Don Juan
I'd bring:
Minibar
Speedboat
GPS
A change of pants and socks - You Dirty Fvckers!
Minibar
Speedboat
GPS
A change of pants and socks - You Dirty Fvckers!
AFK Protector
Master Don Juan
Yeah, someone lock and delete this **** already.